his warm breath
on my neck,
humming and sighing,
is the sound of his life
coming in, going out,
as he slept I pressed
my lips to his forehead,
his skin as skin should be
slight smell of oils and sunscreen,
his eyes shut gently,
their lashes the most delicate
feature of his face,
peaceful and serene
in the dimness,
when he turned his head
and the rhythm of his chest
became fainter,
I wrapped my arm tightly
around him
to detect each heartbeat,
to still my fluttering anxiety,
to know the sound
of his life,
coming in, going out.
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